Can't dance the way
I used to
nor move as fast
as I should
This is a season
passing
carrying now a tune
with flight of words
I sit on the moon
watching the gentle
flow of you
from these shores
I am sad
it is
beyond my reach
may be
I can send
moon beams
through the rhythm
of this song
meeting you
by the ocean...
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